Why don't you hang these steps upside down,
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We'll walk backwards and feel the blood drain to our heads
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While your creeping away why don't we pull the punches back?
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And perhaps rebuild those severed ties;
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When I felt you destroyed everything I knew
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I felt ever so slowly becoming you.
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Where has my heart gone, and where has my faith gone?
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And why am I still here, hating every breath you take
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Where has my heart gone, and where has my faith gone?
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And why am I still here, hating every breath you take
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Every step you take, and every move you make?
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And just wishing that you'd take your fucking last breath toward expiration;
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I can't even make myself out in the fog,
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You are the swamp,
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You are the sand beneath my feet pulling me down.
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I have no face for your name, your roots never went any further down;
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I felt them writhe in the cellars of my mind,
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Rotted through right where they fell, yet here I am.
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The wasted pulp of what you are.
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Where has my heart gone, and where has my faith gone?
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And why am I still here, hating every breath you take
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Every step you take, and every move you make?
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And just wishing that you'd take your fucking last breath toward expiration;
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But at least if I fall
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I can say we failed (we failed) together (together)
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Sure to be the only thing we ever shared
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'cause you were never there (never there)
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And I'm yet to feel like I'm even here.
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If I sink into the swamp that is misery,
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At least I know you'll drown with me as well.
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B.D.K.I.A.F
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| The Amity Affliction |
